You count to seven It's usually till ten To hell with Sydney girls You're much better than them On my mattress I've been drawing a line Where I'll shut my eyes And where you should lie You should lie If you should lie I'll be a lighter of fires You'll be the fighter of fires I'll be the lighter of fires You be the fighter of fires Should I choose to stay Here now all depends On buildings, buses, streets Trees, rain and friends On my mattress I've been drawing a line Where I'll shut my eyes And where you should lie You should lie If you should lie I'll be a lighter of fires You'll be a fighter of fires I'll be a lighter of fires You be a fighter of fires
You count to seven It's usually till ten To hell with Sydney girls You're much better than them On my mattress I've been drawing a line Where I'll shut my eyes And where you should lie You should lie If you should lie I'll be a lighter of fires You'll be the fighter of fires I'll be the lighter of fires You be the fighter of fires Should I choose to stay Here now all depends On buildings, buses, streets Trees, rain and friends On my mattress I've been drawing a line Where I'll shut my eyes And where you should lie You should lie If you should lie I'll be a lighter of fires You'll be a fighter of fires I'll be a lighter of fires You be a fighter of fires
